On Saturday, the girl who feeds me woke up early. I didn't even have to start whining outside their bedroom door for my breakfast. After feeding us, she took off with a bunch of stuff and said she'd see me later and had to go set up for the Peace-4-Paws 5K.
About an hour or so later, the guy who sometimes feeds me put a leash on me...but not the other two. Excited!!
Then, he made me get in a cage in this big, windowless van these two humans have sitting in our driveway. Previously, I had no idea what they do with this windowless van. I've learned not to question too much with these two. As long as they keep the food coming, the three dogs living here just go with it. They take off in this van once or twice a week and come back smelling like they've been around a bunch of strange dogs.
After about thirty minutes, we pulled into some place and the guy who sometimes feeds me started loading other dogs that I've never seen before into some of the other cages around me. What in the hell? One hound started barking at me and never stopped. At this point, I was beginning to fear for me life and started whining and shaky because I had no idea what was going on. The last time I was in a situation like this it was something called an animal shelter. I hated it there.
After a bunch of other dogs were in the van, we went somewhere else. There were all kinds of people around. They started unloading dogs and the girl who feeds me was there! But, she left me in that damn cage and got all the other dogs out first. The humans were running around like crazy and seemed to have no idea what was going on. They didn't know who half of these other dogs were or who they should go to. They should really pay attention and be more organized because I wanted out of the cage. Eventually, they let me out. There were all kinds of dogs and people around. There were some sirens in the distance and I started howling. They said it sounded like I was mooing.
All of sudden, we were lined up with a bunch of other people on a path. This looked familiar. We'd been here before and I realized the girl who feeds me had a number pinned onto her. This was one of those races again!
Soon, we were off and I was excited and ready to run. Too bad that girl who feeds me can't keep up. She kept pulling me back and trying to slow down. If I could just run without being attached to a leash with her, it would be a lot easier. I compromised a little but wanted to do my best to get around these other dogs and people. We started picking off a few of the slower ones but there were definitely some fast dogs this year. That one who barked at me the whole time was running too and was super fast.
No one informed me how long this race was and I think we were running faster than usual. We passed a few people and dogs in the last half mile but there was one speedy blue heeler that went around me. I was really excited when I saw the finish and tried to sprint crossing the finish line in 24:30. The girl who feeds me told me that's the fastest we've run a 5K together but not the fastest she's ever run one.
We won a medal. Something about placing in an age group. Whatever that means.
We waited around to see the guy who sometimes feeds me finish. He ran with some goofy pit bull who was slow. They talk about her all the time though. Must be a good dog. I liked her.
After awhile, they stuck me back in the van with a bunch of dogs again. We were missing two from the original trip. The guy who sometimes feeds me said the girl who feeds me was going to take them back to the shelter after wrapping up and cleaning up everything with the event.
We dropped the other dogs off and finally the guy who sometimes feeds me let me out of the cage and I rode shotgun the rest of the way home.
These humans should really run with us more and take us to these races. I'm starting to get the hang of it.